A Proverbs 31 Kind of Day

Sometimes I amaze myself! Before Thanksgiving, the Mr. and I headed to the store to grab some necessary groceries. Sweet potatoes must have been a good price, because the Mr. stocked. us. up! He must have thought we were going to feed a small army! When we got home, I realized I already had sweet potatoes. Now -- I like sweet potatoes, but we certainly had a lot of them! I started wondering what to do with the abundance we were experiencing. Trying to think of "meatless" meals, I thought about tacos. I couldn't really sell the family on the option when I offered it. So while they were away, I started cooking. This way, they couldn't complain! It was brilliant on my part, I might add! After peeling and chopping the sweet potatoes, I set out to season and roast them to perfection. After that, the magic happened. At dinner, I told the Mr. and my girl cherub that at a trendy restaurant, these would be called, "Fall Bounty Tacos."

I've had a moment of reflection only to discover that I love cranberries. Not to pop one of the tart fruits in my mouth to savor, as that would pucker even the strongest of women. But the red-jeweled fruit is amazing, I think, and often under valued. While shopping this week, I saw the first opportunity to purchase cranberries. There were two options; the small 12 ounce bag, or the large two pound bag. It's when I took note of the thought in my head when I saw the options that I realized, "I really do love cranberries!" While shopping, I began to think of the ways I'd use the cranberries, and also wondered if I needed to grab another bag, "just in case one bag wasn't enough." Today, I made roasted cranberries. I think this will be delicious as a smear on a chicken sandwich or wrap a topping in a quinoa bowl with a bit of crumbled goat cheese, roasted butternut squash, and a few chopped pecans a sauce for a turke

When we were living in Arizona, we were a young married couple just beginning our family. Actually, it was while we were living in Arizona that our oldest boy cherub was born. OK -- so he's our only boy cherub. Also while we were there, we were involved in a great church. Along with being involved in a great young marrieds Sunday School class. Our class was getting together for something, as we often did, and I was looking for a new recipe. Flipping through a magazine, I saw this ad for sweetened condensed milk. On the side of the ad was this little recipe. It sounded great and sounded easy. I remember the Mr. loving the cookie and so did our friends. After the party, I ripped out the recipe and tucked it away. And haven't seen it since! But I've always remembered the easy cookie with the unique ingredients! Fast forward 20 years, or more, and I have the recipe! So today, before I leave for a Fall Festival at school, I thought I'd whip th